Ode
Lessons from a Kitten’s Failed Pounce
The ball was red, the floor too slick, A wobbled leap—a yarny trick! But tangled paws can’t hide the glee: "Who cares who wins? Just look at me!" Sitting on the sofa, I watched my nephew’s kitten play with its reflection on the polished tiles. To distract it, I grabbed a red yarn ball from the basket and tossed it gently onto the floor. The kitten squeaked and backed away in fear before cautiously creeping forward, its eyes growing wide and shiny with wonder. I could practically hear its thoughts: Oooh! Shiny! Bouncy! It leaned back, lowering its furry little head, then pounced. But the slippery floor threw off its balance, and instead of catching the ball, it unraveled the yarn. The kitten struggled to free itself, only getting more tangled. Yet, despite the mess, it seemed perfectly content—as if declaring, "Victory is mine! ...Sort of." It reminded me of a baby who stumbles into trouble, tries to fix it, fails, and instead of frustration, embraces the chaos with pure delight. They really can teach us a lot, don’t you think?
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
The Day Lou Earned His Pie
This evening, I accompanied Granny Anny from House 9 on a casual walk. She was feeling cooped up inside, so together we went on an evening stroll, accompanied by her dog, Lou. The evening breeze had a soothing effect on the skin, and we were feeling quite relaxed. Lou, however, was bustling around like a hyperactive puppy. Soon, we ended up in a park. Granny Anny sat on a bench and took out a brown bag. She began sprinkling its contents around, and soon, a few birds gathered. Lou was having fun too—he played with the birds, jumping into their midst and scattering them, scaring them out of their wits. But soon, his target changed, and he began a chase. A squirrel scampered away, Lou hot on its tail. At first, I thought the squirrel was frightened, trying to scurry back to its home in the tree—but I underestimated her. The clever little bugger led Lou straight into a pie sitting on an empty bench. Lou ended up with cream on his nose and crust in his fur, but he didn’t seem mad. Instead, he wagged his tail happily. He licked the pie off the grass while a crowd gathered, cheering. The baker laughed and even gave Lou a new plate of pie. I think Lou deserved the pie. At the park, a dog named Lou, Chased a squirrel, as dogs often do. But the squirrel, quick and sly, Led Lou right into a pie! A baker’s treat, left on a bench, Became Lou’s unexpected stench. With cream on nose and crust in fur, He wagged his tail, as if to purr. The baker laughed, the crowd cheered on, As Lou licked clean the grassy lawn. A pie-faced pup, a day so sunny, Turned a chase into something so funny!
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
